Can we talk? "she said.
Sure we can. " his voice cool as usual.
Okay, let's meet at the french eatery. " she said and hung up.
Lowell sighed, exhaled slowly and changed his direction to the french eatery.
Lowell's heart pounded as he walked to the French eatery, his mind racing with questions. What did Eden want to talk about? Was it about what had happened at the hospital, about his outburst? Or was it something else entirely? He couldn't help but feel a spark of hope, the possibility that maybe, just maybe, she wanted to see him again.
He sat down at a table and ordered a drink, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Eden. The minutes ticked by, and his nerves began to fray. Where was she? Had she changed her mind?
Lowell's eyes widened as a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The door opened and out stepped Eden, looking as beautiful as ever. Time seemed to slow down as she approached him, her heels clicking on the pavement. When she reached the table, she looked up at him, her eyes uncertain.
"Hello," she said, her voice low. "I'm glad you came."
Lowell didn't trust himself to speak, afraid that his emotions would spill out if he opened his mouth. So instead, he simply nodded and gestured for her to sit.
She sat down
I'm sorry for what happened at the hospital. Peter is my work colleague.
But, I want you to be honest with me. Why did you attack me three days ago? Why kill the mother abd her child? I'm curious. Are you blood thirsty? " she said, maintaining eye contact with him.
Lowell chuckled.
Eden's words hit Lowell like a punch to the gut. He felt his chest tighten, his anger rising to the surface. Why did she have to bring this up? Why couldn't she just leave well enough alone? He stood up, his chair scraping against the floor.
"You think I'm a monster, don't you?" he said, his voice harsh. "You think I'm some kind of animal, something to be feared. Well, you're right. I am a monster. And you should be afraid." He turned and stormed out of the restaurant, the door slamming behind him.
Eden scrambled to her feet, her heart racing as she watched Lowell storm out of the restaurant. She ran after him, calling his name, but he didn't turn around. She followed him down the street, the distance between them growing as he walked faster and faster. She was starting to lose hope, starting to give up, when she heard his voice, low and angry.
"Go away," he said, his back still turned to her. "Leave me alone."
Eden darted down a side street, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew the city like the back of her hand, knew all the shortcuts and back alleys. And she knew that if she took a certain route, she could end up in front of Lowell, cutting him off before he could get away. And that's exactly what she did.
She stood in front of him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Please," she said, her voice trembling. "Let's go to my house.
Lowell gazed into Eden's eyes, and he could feel his anger melting away. It was as if her very presence was a balm, soothing the rage that had been raging inside him. The fury that had been building up inside him over the last few days suddenly dissipated, leaving him feeling empty and drained. But it was a relief, to finally have the weight of his anger lifted from his shoulders.
Eden stood before him, her eyes wide and vulnerable. She looked as if she were about to speak, but then closed her mouth, as if reconsidering her words.
"All right," Lowell said, his voice hoarse. "I'll go to your house."
Eden let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry for the way things turned out. I didn't mean to push you, I just... I just wanted to help."
They started walking, their footsteps in sync as they made their way through the streets. The tension between them had lessened, but it still hung in the air like a heavy weight.
Lowell and Eden reached her house, and as they stepped through the door, Lowell noticed that it was in a state of disarray. The furniture was scattered, the dishes were unwashed, and there was a general air of chaos.
He turned to Eden, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I see you're still not a fan of housekeeping," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "Or is this just how you like to live?"
Eden rolled her eyes. "Very funny," she said, feigning annoyance. "I've just been busy with work, that's all."
As they sat down, ready to discuss what had happened, Eden's phone rang. She checked the screen and saw that it was her boss calling. Her heart dropped into her stomach.
"I need to take this," she said, her voice tight with anxiety.
She picked up the phone and answered. "Hello?" she said, her voice sounding small and scared.
The voice on the other end was gruff and rushed. "Eden, you need to get down here now," it said.
"I'm sorry," she said, standing up from the table. "I have to go. There's an emergency."
Lowell watched her leave, his heart sinking as the door closed behind her. He wondered what kind of emergency could be so important that it would pull her away from their conversation. And then, a thought struck him, sending a chill down his spine. What if it had something to do with him? What if he was the emergency?
He sat there, alone, his mind racing. The silence of the room felt heavy, pressing down on him like a weight.
When Eden arrived at the station, she was taken to a place where she was met with a horrific sight. The bodies of two people were tied to the tracks, their limbs bound so tightly that they could not move. The train had run over them, crushing them beneath its wheels. The scene was gruesome, the smell of blood and death thick in the air.
Eden's stomach churned as she looked at the scene, her mind reeling. She tried to take in the details, to piece together what had happened.
As she bent down to inspect the bodies, she saw something small and white lying on the ground. It was a piece of paper, folded into a neat square. She picked it up, her hands trembling, and unfolded it. As she read the words on the page, a chill ran down her spine.
It read: "You're next."
Eden swallowed hard, her throat dry and her mouth like cotton. Her heart was racing, and she could feel the panic rising inside of her. She had to get a grip, to stay calm. But as she looked at the bodies again, she knew that was easier said than done.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus on her breathing. In and out, in and out. But it was no use. She could feel the panic building, threatening to overwhelm her.
As she stood there, trying to steady her nerves, she couldn't help but wonder - who could have done this? Who could be so brutal, so merciless? It was the fifth crime scene she had investigated that day , and she was no closer to finding the culprit. In fact, she was more lost than ever.
She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of gunfire, coming from the street outside. She reached for her revolver and dashed out to the street.
As she stepped out onto the street, she saw two bodies lying in the middle of the road. A man and a woman, both lifeless and still. Around them, people were running, screaming, their faces filled with fear. The sound of gunfire filled the air, the shots echoing off the buildings around them. It was utter chaos.
Eden had never seen anything like this before, and she was frozen in place, unable to move. Her mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. Was this related to the other crimes? Was there a serial killer on the loose?
As the thoughts swirled in her head, her phone started ringing. She answered it, her hand trembling. "Hello?" she said.
There was a pause, and then a voice spoke, low and menacing. "Enjoying the view, Eden?" it said, a cruel laugh in its tone. "Maybe you should check up on your beloved Lowell. See how he's doing." The line went dead, leaving Eden in a state of confusion and fear.
With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Eden broke into a sprint, pushing past people as she ran. She had to get to Lowell, had to make sure he was okay. But her legs were starting to burn, and her breath was coming in short gasps. She knew she couldn't keep this up for long.
Finally, she saw a taxi, and she flagged it down, desperate for a ride. The driver pulled over, and she threw herself into the backseat.
When the taxi pulled up to her apartment, Eden threw open the door and ran inside, her heart pounding. She stopped short when she saw Lowell standing in the living room, dressed in all black and holding a pistol. He turned to look at her, his eyes dark and unreadable.
"I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice low and threatening. "We need to talk."